Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.